Old-time musicians

In front of everyone's eyes, the "translator" sat diagonally opposite Fan Ning and next to Qiong.

"I didn't expect Fabian to appear here so directly? What is his intention?..." Fan Ning behaved unmoved, but his brain was running rapidly.

Before the party even started, the variables exceeded the various situations listed by Fan Ning and Qiong before.

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"...If you want to replace Professor Lorraine's "translator" position without violating the rules, similar appearance and voice are prerequisites, but on the other hand, you also need to be able to match the various situations of previous gatherings... If you want to do it in the future If that’s the case, can I assume that Fabian and Lorraine have always kept an open mind about the progress of the party? …”

"No matter what the reason is, there is a big trouble, that is..."

Fan Ning looked at the little girl next to "Translator" Fabian.

With her distinctive voice and figure, just participating in underground gatherings normally can only be considered a moderate risk - intersections in public life are small-probability events, and may even be fictitious or real. Many people will think that this is some kind of deliberate Disguise means.

But what if there was a dean of her own hospital sitting next to her?

Fan Ning looked worried. If Fabian's knowledge of underground gatherings was unimpeded, it meant that he was familiar with the past performance of "Purple Bean Cake", and as the dean of the School of Literature and History and a member of the Lorraine Incident Investigation Team , and he has the impression of "Qiong".

The only thing unclear is whether "Purple Bean Cake" and "Qiong" are connected from his perspective.

Fan Ning and the girl's eyes met each other behind the masks, with some extremely slight head raises and chin taps.

He felt that Joan should have understood that she needed to use words as concisely as possible in the subsequent communication and leave as little impression as possible.

"Then the party begins." Sylvia's opening remarks were simpler than last time, "Requirements? Provisions? Entrustment progress? Time has to be fast. Whoever wants to speak in the front can do it himself."

So the manager took the lead and asked: "Which friend needs the 'Sparkle'?"

Fan Ning pressed the envelope on the table and pushed it over: "1,000 pounds of banknotes, count them."

"Mr. Mendeleev, don't you need to look at the items first?" the agent asked.

"Aren't you waiting for you to give it to me?" Fan Ning leaned on the back of his seat with a relaxed expression, showing that this was just a common transaction.

The sparkling golden sparks were taken out by the agent and went to the perfumer first, followed by Fan Ning a few seconds later.

The small disc is as black as ink and has a color similar to metal. It has an earthy light and shadow under the spiritual sense. The position where the finger touches it for a long time will heat up rapidly. In the non-storage state, it is necessary to change the grip from time to time.

After putting it away, Fan Ning smiled and asked casually: "Speaking of which, is your company still accepting orders for sound film soundtracks? Are you interested in doing a big business?"

"..." The agent was stunned for several seconds.

This kind of information is between personal privacy and public identity, but it is not a big secret. At this moment, when he was asked casually, his first reaction was fear, and his second reaction was confusion, but Fortunately, this topic has nothing to do with mysticism, and the other party's tone and stance are like a customer...

Finally, he gave up his excessive sense of vigilance: "I have always accepted it before, but it may be a little inconvenient recently. I don't know how long it will take to get back to normal..." After saying this, he asked tentatively: "I don't know, Mr. Mendeleev, Why do you know so much about the company’s business areas?”

Fan Ning's response seemed to cover both of his questions at the same time: "When the guys from the Special Patrol Office leave by the middle of next month, maybe you can open your business as normal."

At the same time, his peripheral vision was always focused on "Translator" Fabian, but he did not notice any special reaction.

The agent couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Mendeleev knows the movements of the Special Patrol Office?"

His words revealed the doubts and even vigilance in the hearts of many people now.

Fan Ning smiled and said: "When I was inquiring about the intelligence of the Special Patrol Office, I accidentally got scraps and shared them among friends for free."

The agent's identity was defrauded. When Fan Ning responded with a smile, in fact, a strong murderous intention emerged in his heart. Of course, a calm person would not take out a pistol here, but the time for his plan was almost over. Ruled.

After hearing Fan Ning's words, the others breathed a sigh of relief, but the agent was still a little suspicious: "The news I got is that the Bologna School is coming to investigate the Red Onyx Culture Media Company on February 15th. How did they get to Mendeleje?" My husband said it was changed to the Special Patrol Office?"

But when he thought that the time of this operation coincided with the "mid-month" mentioned by Mendeleev, he was relieved: it might be the same thing. These official schools are used to reporting to the Special Inspection Office, which is considered a routine operation.

"Since the information about this investigation has been double confirmed, the accuracy is very high...and the information Mendeleev received actually has his own identity correspondence? It seems that the Special Patrol Office has more information than he imagined. It was really necessary to speed up the work and then transfer it selectively.”

Thinking of this, the agent thanked Fan Ning, and then said to the woman sitting at the front: "Miss Sylvia, the progress that was lagging behind before has actually been made quite quickly in the past two months, but as Mr. Mendeleev just said What I have shared is that the guys from the Special Patrol Office are coming to cause trouble again recently..."

Sylvia sneered: "Anyway, you have accidents every time."

The agent's forehead was sweating slightly: "We must find a way to make up for the behind schedule, madam."

He was secretly cursing his misfortune. Ever since the two right-hand men died inexplicably while performing the secret ceremony at the Conservatory of Music, there were only three knowledgeable people left in the city's secret meeting place, and the other two were believers who were promoted in a hurry. , due to lack of skills, every time failed to meet Sylvia's expectations.

"Next one."

"Now that I've opened my mouth, let me continue." Fan Ning smiled slightly, "Old topics, old needs, information about the Special Inspection Department and the Abnormal Area. 'Zhu' phase 100% pure radiant spirit liquid, 15 ml. "

He placed a small black vial on the conference table. When the lid was briefly opened and closed, golden flames rose.

Joan on the other side raised her little hand.

"As expected, Miss Purple Bean Cake has new investigation results." Fan Ning pushed the vial to the opposite side, "You seemed to have been writing an outline just now, right? Let me see if you are interested."

In the next two or three minutes, Fan Ning took the piece of paper from Qiong several times, put forward his own points of interest and modification requirements, finally finalized the framework, and took out 15 ml of spiritual liquid again.

"I'm very satisfied. Let's follow this and have another bottle." He crossed his arms and leaned back.

"Thank you." Joan's voice was as small as a mosquito.

Seeing this scene in front of them, several people sighed: "Mr. Mendeleev is as persistent and bold as ever in confronting the Special Patrol Office."

Sylvia, who had been observing silently, seemed to have reconfirmed Fan Ning's motivation and stance for participating in the meeting.

She continued: "Next one."

Seeing Sylvia's eyes falling on him for a moment, the experience officer continued: "You can rest assured about our progress. Although there were some accidents caused by the nosy guys from the Guidance School years ago, Next, I can finish the finishing work with my eyes closed... Hey, frankly speaking, I am still on New Year's vacation because I am too relaxed. I came here today just to try my luck and see if I can find something I like..."

Sylvia nodded again: "Next one."

Her golden mask looked towards the "translator".

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Now that I have found the reason for Kavin, I feel very uncomfortable. It is the wrapping up stage of the first volume. The outlines of the following plots are clearly written, but now I am repeatedly jumping around on the issue of narrative order and narrative details. I would often write out one or two thousand words, only to be reduced to six or seven hundred by myself, which made me feel very depressed.

But in short, I don’t want to be confused. I will think about the structure carefully in the evening. Several important events will naturally be written in detail. I will try to use summary instead of scenes for the transitional plot to speed up the pace. The first volume will have more than 20 chapters. Finish